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Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: You just told the man his partner was murdered, and he didn't even ask what happened.
Detective Mac Taylor: Overwhelmed by the news, I guess. Or, maybe he already knows

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: You know I've never been fishing, never even thought about trying. Seems kind of boring.
Detective Danny Messer: Until you hook something. I went fishing with my old man once on a pier near Battery Park. I caught the sweetest striped bass, must have weighed close to thirty pounds.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Did you eat it?
Detective Danny Messer: Threw it back! Would you eat anything that came out of the Hudson?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Good point.

Dr. Sid Hammerback: There were these two vivacious young ladies - course I was much younger than I am now...
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Sid, I gotta go. I gotta go
[after the victim's widow sees his dead body]

Dr. Sid Hammerback: [to Hawkes] You ever have a threesome? It's not as glorious as you might imagine. It's complicated in dealing with different personalities and hey, sometimes you're just not in the mood, if you know what I mean. It's hard enough explaining that to one woman, let alone two.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [interrupting] Sid.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: [continuing] And then there's...
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Sid.
[motions the body]

Ellen Fielding: Laptops were stolen from an agency car two weeks ago. [Mac scoffs in disbelief] Maybe we could jam the phone somehow, close down the system?
Det. Mac Taylor: It's too late for that; we have a little under ninety minutes. By the time we close down every phone, every radio, every walkie-talkie...
Ellen Fielding: We can close down secure networks.
Det. Mac Taylor: It's not about the networks! Anyone can return a page! There are eight million New Yorkers, six million cell phones, any one of which could trigger the next bomb!
Season 3

Felicia Badman: (about a dead limousine driver) That jerk. He said he'd give me a pass if I...
Lindsey: If you...
Felicia: If I. And... I did.

Female tenant: Do you have any idea what time it is?
Flack: I'm sorry for the disturbance, ma'am, but-
Female tenant: I asked you a question.
Flack: Do I know what time it is? Yes, it's 3 am.
Female tenant: I ought to sue for harrasment.
[Female tenant slams door shut]
Flack: You have a good night now.

Flack: [entering the lab, listing off] I've slept with a lot of women. Some wild, some crazy, some both.
Stella: [confused] 'Scuse me?
Flack: Carlo's words. Not mine.
Stella: [understanding] Ah.
Flack: 'Shoulda swung by the hospital to meet this guy. He's a piece of work. He calls himself the new American playboy. Lives, drinks, and breathes women. Again his words. With that in mind, as far as jealous exes go, lot of 'em.
Stella: Looks like Carlo's emerged as our primary target.
Flack: Five minutes into the interview, I wanted to kill him.

Flack: [to Shayna] I've heard your sob-story. Now, I'm waiting to see what the knife in your locker has to say.

Flack: Goodbye, suicide.
Stella: Hello, murder.

Flack: How do you leave a kid alone?
Hawkes: Mom had to work.
Flack: Kids don't even need to look for trouble to find it.

Flack: I heard a rumour you found our intern, Ryan Elliot.
Mac: He's on his way to autopsy now.
Flack: Did you, uh, happen to find anything else?
Mac: You wanna gimme a hint as to what exactly you're looking for, Flack?
Flack: An igloo cooler with a human liver inside it.

Flack: Kia was a winner.
Stella: And her lucky numbers add up to 17 million dollars.
Mac: And 17 million motives.

Flack: QT Jammer's dead.
Reiter: What'd he do? Jump out a window?
Stella: Now why would you say that?

Flack: QT Jammer. Most notorious trader in Manhattan. This guy was a Rambo. Half a billion in assets, trades commodities for a living. You think betting the NFL's tough, try betting on pork bellies, coffee, or grain. How do you bet on grain?
Stella: Look, what I don't spend I put in the bank.